Chapter 24
Jack either didnât catch the implication, or he didnât want to dwell on the matter. He just smiled. âNo big deal. Why donât you guys go wash your hands? Dinner is ready.â
Jack was also a great cook, and the table was filled with dishes that were great in looks, fragrance, and taste. It would make anyoneâs mouth
water.
Both Tom and Jane couldnât stop praising Jack.
I couldnât help but compliment, âJack, your dishes look amazing!â
âGo ahead and have a bite. See if it suits your taste.â
Jack brought out the last two dishes from the kitchen, and placed a plate of spicy shrimp in front of me, with a warm smile. âYou should love this.â
I was a little surprised.
Except for Jane, everyone assumed my taste was as bland as Ryanâs. However, before I could say anything, Ryan chimed in coldly, âShe canât handle spicy food. Although you were quite close during college, you still donât understand her tasteâ¦â
âMr. Frost.â Jane tried to defend me with a smile on her face. âWho have you been paying attention to during the three years that you were married? Charlotte loves spicy food!â
My heart ached.
Jane was right. Who had Ryan been paying attention to?
I had always accommodated him, but he had never cared about what I truly liked.
Ryan furrowed his brow slightly. There was a hint of obscurity in his gaze, âYou like spicy food?â
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Yes. As I spoke, I peeled a shrimp and placed it in my mouth, swallowing it slowly, staring into his deep and beautiful eyes, and answered seriously, âRyan, I donât like bland food. Theyâre not appetizing.â
Ryanâs aura sank, and the atmosphere became even more awkward.
I knew I shouldnât have said that.
Ryanâs temper wasnât good either, and this would only make the party. even more awkward.
But I had kept quiet for three years.
Would I not be able to tell Ryan the truth if there wasnât ar ppropriate
time?
To my surprise, the usually indifferent Ryan, in front of his childhood. friend, lowered his noble head.
âThen we wonât eat bland food in the future. Letâs make things. according to your taste,â he said.
I looked at him hesitantly, at a loss for words for a moment.
Feeling heartbroken and sour again, I realized the fact that he was willing to change something was still not enough to put our marriage back on track.
But the more he was willing to change, the more uncomfortable I felt.
I would rather he didnât change anything, I would rather he remained indifferent forever, and didnât care about my feelings.
Then I could leave without any regrets, without any pain.
Jane patted my head, smiling as she made things clear to him. âWhat future? You didnât want her before. Donât you dare try to take her away
from me in the future?â
I knew Janeâs temperament. Even if she lost her job at the Frost Group,
she would still stand up for me.
Though I hadnât completely figured Ryan out, I understood a little bit about him. He blurred the lines between personal and professional
matters, and he might really make Jane leave.
âAlright letâs eat? Tom was afraid that Jane might truly anger Ryan, so he quickly interrupted. Iâm starving.â
The meal was eaten with various thoughts in mind.
But in principle, I couldnât starve the child in my belly, so I ate my fill.
Tom picked up his wine glass, smilingly raising it to me. âHappy housewarming, Charlotte!â
âThank you, but I canât drink alcohol recently, I can only drink juice.â I smiled and lifted the tall glass, gently clinking it against his.
Jane also offered sincere blessings. âI wish our Charlotte a future filled with happiness and smooth sailing!â
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